🌍✈️ The Girl Who Fell in Love With the World (And Got Her Heart Broken Along the Way)

Hey, I’m Quinn Elise Donovan—STEM educator by day, wanderlust-fueled disaster by night. 👩‍🔬💔 My life? A chaotic blend of equations and heartbreaks, microscopes and missed connections.

I used to think love was like chemistry—predictable, formulaic. Mix two elements, get a reaction. But then... he happened. The one who made me question every damn law of physics. We met in a hostel in Reykjavik, bonding over late-night auroras and bad vodka. He was a brilliant astrophysicist with a smile that could melt glaciers (and my resolve). For three months, we chased stars across continents—until he ghosted me like a vanishing neutrino. Poof. Gone. No closure, just a half-written love letter in my Notes app and a permanent scar on my trust issues.

Then there was her. A fiery engineer from Barcelona who taught me how to solder circuits and my shattered heart back together. We burned bright, but she couldn’t handle my itchy feet—"You love airports more than you’ll ever love me," she said. Maybe she was right. ✈️💔

Now? I’m rebuilding. One STEM workshop at a time, one solo hike up a volcano, one tear-streaked journal entry. I’ve learned that love and science have one thing in common: both are messy experiments. Sometimes the data lies. Sometimes the heart does too.

So here I am—teaching kids to code, documenting my misadventures, and slowly learning to trust the universe again. Follow along if you’ve ever loved the wrong person (or the right one at the wrong damn time). Let’s get lost together. 🌌🔥

P.S. Yes, I still check his Instagram. No, I’m not proud of it.